- Daisy: You know why I wanted to make love with you?
- Jan Bucquoy: I don't know. My charm, my intelligence?
- Daisy: No.
- Jan Bucquoy: My eyes, my body?
- Daisy: No.
- Jan Bucquoy: Having savoured the artist, you fell in love with the man?
- Daisy: No.
- Jan Bucquoy: You realized immediately I was the man of your love?
- Daisy: No. You're the first man I've met who doesn't have a TV.